At 8 o'clock, the envelope appeared in the 22nd block on time, in the hands of a Chinese returning home from work, it was a slow-moving vehicle, and the person sitting in the passenger seat threw the envelope at his feet and sped away.

By the time the envelope was handed over to the monk and then into his hands, it was already half an hour later.

"Hey, that's a coincidence. Looking at the name on the envelope, Li Zitao pursed his lips.

"Monk, take your people with me. "What Li Zitao said was that he rushed out with him last night and overturned the stupid audacity of those gunmen.

I can't even suppress the muzzle of the gun, and I don't have any crosshairs, so I dare to rush out directly and face the murderous mafia, although I am a little stupid, but my courage is commendable.

Li Zitao wants to focus on cultivating 6 of them, and he is also his future henchman, Wang Dagou, who is his only relative.

Without Wang Dagou's throw, there would be no Li Zitao's now, and Ju Crack is his only end.

It's too early to say this, so let's wait until he can afford to do it, and then think about it!

Now, he needed to get rid of the name on the envelope.

Riding a bicycle, Li Zitao pedaled hard, this bicycle that was ringing all over his body, only the bell did not ring, belonged to Huang Fangfang's family.

Followed by the monk and his five friends, the Chicago printer was tucked under his coat and his pockets were full of magazines, making them pedal a little awkwardly.

However, the small roads along the way, interspersed with detours, did not attract the attention of the police, and as for whether the target was guarded, it was not something he could guess.

Royal Nightclub, I don't know why, all over the world is indispensable for entertainment venues with the prefix 'Royal', Royal Nightclub, Crown Bar...... Well, Royal One?

"Maybe you can open one in the future, Royal One, this name is very good!" Li Zitao thought with a bad taste.

Parking the car in the street next to it, Li Zitao walked on the stone steps with a bright smile on his face, and walked towards the gate of the nightclub step by step.

"Sir, please ......" The muzzle of the gun raised under the trench coat made the waiter look up, shut up, and look into the distance without squinting, ignoring the people who walked in front of him.

2 subordinates spontaneously took over the door, and the other 4 followed Li Zitao into the nightclub, and just walked into the dance hall, the white fruit almost blinded.

Gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, standing on the dance floor, admiring the graceful dancing posture at will, reaching out to wipe a handful when their hearts are moved, putting it in front of their noses and sniffing it gently, their hands have a lingering fragrance.

Wandering recklessly on the dance floor, Li Zitao searched for his target, the skilled professional killer.

The nightclub has 3 floors, the first floor is an open dance floor and bar, the second floor is a private room, and the third floor is a guest room.

Except for the casual skin and flesh to change to a white-skinned guy, everything is like going back to the 'disco' era, which looks quite interesting.

"Go relax and have a drink!" patting the monk's shoulder, Li Zitao glanced at the second floor and said with a light smile: "Don't drink too much." ”

The monk nodded as if he had realized something, and led people to the bar, the bartender who was wiping the cup still had a cold face, and he didn't know if the monk could communicate with the other party.

"Hey, there's a yellow pig here, haha, look what I see? Yellow pig mixed in with the white people......" Just as he crossed the corridor and was about to go upstairs, Li Zitao stopped with a harsh taunt.

Leaning against the side of the corridor, the drunkard who was holding the dancer and gnawing stretched out his hand at him, shouting unscrupulously, and the dancer next to him was also laughing.

"Sir, you are drunk. He stepped forward indifferently, reached out and held the other party's finger pointing at him, and gently broke it upward.

"Ah~ my fingers, bitch, Bichi, you broke my fingers......" The drunkard shouted with his hands folded, and the dancer next to him was already putting her hands against the wall, closing her mouth with a frightened face.

"No, I'm just telling you that you should learn to respect others, especially noble yellow people. Grabbing his collar and lifting it, Li Zitao showed a kind smile, patted his cheek lightly, and turned to walk up the stairs.

Da, da, da......

The sound of footsteps sounded in his heart, Li Zitao's hand was already pressed on the python, and the cold killing intent flowed in his eyes, like a silent sweet spring.

Li Zitao didn't know McGunn, but he knew how to find the other party.

"Hey, beauty, can you tell me a secret?" A 5-dollar Franklin gave the dancer, and Li Zitao showed a charming smile.

"Of course, let's go over there. The dancer's eyes lit up, and she shook her body and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

smiled noncommittally, and as soon as he turned the corridor to make sure that the sight outside was completely gone, Li Zitao hugged her into his arms.

"Oh, you're so strong. The dancer exclaimed, her smiling voice telling what was going on.

"Yes? Maybe you should see it with your own eyes. The muzzle of the gun stuck in her waist tilted upward, and the dancer immediately felt its coldness and murderous intent.

"You, what do you want?" asked the dancer with a frightened look in her eyes.

"I would like to ask Mr. McGown for a drink, but I can't find him, it's a pity, and if I can't get my wish, I'll lose sleep tonight. Li Zitao's rough fingers slid across her cheeks, making the dancer tremble unnaturally.

"I know, I'll take you. The dancer raised her head and said hurriedly, and at the same time she was terrified in her heart, and he remembered the rumors about yellow skin.

It is said that a gang of yellow-skinned people are fighting against the forces of Capone, the underground emperor of Chicago, and Frank is the one they killed, and now it seems that all this is true.

"You're smart, rest assured, no one will know what you say. Li Zitao hugged her body hard, and rushed out of the corner with his footsteps.

At the same time, his head kept shaking on the dancer's face, which could easily be mistaken when viewed from the back......

"The fourth room, he's in it. While borrowing the seat and retreating, the dancer whispered McGunn's location in Li Zitao's ear.

"Thank you very much. Before coming to the third room, twisting the handle, the door opened smoothly, and Li Zitao pushed the dancer in.

Then he turned around and kicked open the door of the next room, and two pythons had appeared in his hands, aiming at the bed with a 'bang' and shooting 6 shots in a row.

At this moment, his pupils contracted into needles, and a monstrous anger rose in his eyes, there was no one in this room at all, Li Zitao shouted in his heart: "I want to suffer." "The door next door has been opened.

The dancer, who was weak and helpless just now, was holding a Chicago typewriter in both hands at the moment, and pulled the trigger on Li Zitao with a cruel smile on her face.

“FK。 With a hard kick of his feet, he flew into the room in front of him, and Li Zitao scolded in his heart, "Bitch is ruthless," he kissed me and me with himself just now, and he will use a machine gun to kill him.

The gunfire stopped, and a rough male voice rang out: "Listen to Magie, if you want to kill me, Frank will die in your hands, right?"

"McGunn?" Li Zitao hid on the side of the cabinet next to the door, carefully glanced out of the corner of his eye, but said unto be outdone: "That's right, I beat him into a hornet's nest." ”

The two were fighting a cannon upstairs, and the dance hall below was already in chaos, and the guests spontaneously dispersed, and a group of mafia members armed with machine guns ran out from behind the surrounding walls, and the bartender kept looking at the four indifferent Asians in front of him.

Just as his hand touched the handle of the rifle, a leaping spark flashed in front of him, and a bullet ended his life.

The monk had been waiting, waiting for all the guests to run away, and now it was time for them to come out.

Why did Capone go to the Philadelphia prison, even if he enjoyed eating and wearing in it, but his freedom was limited to the space in the prison.

So gang vendettas must be low-key, it doesn't matter if you're dead, but don't let the public know too much, the corpses must be dealt with, and civilians should not be involved, just like a maroon bar.

All the newspapers reported that the police had taken down a gang of drug traffickers, and that piles of opium in bullet-riddled bars had lifted people's spirits.

Although I still don't trust the government that much, at least it's a good start.

And in the maroon bar incident, the key person 'undercover policeman' became Li Zitao's identity.

As for the media wanting to know who he really is, hehe, didn't he tell you that he was an undercover agent?

We want to protect the safety of public officials, and what if we told you that you were retaliated against by your fellow drug dealers?

Of course, it was naturally the sergeant in the police station who leaned on William Dever to crack this drug trafficking case heroically, and as for the great and wise Director Fukuzawa, how could such a trivial matter trouble him!

So in the newspaper, the smile of Director Grant Fukuzawa is as ugly as crying no matter how you look at it, but it is William Dever's smile, brilliant and full of pride.

People sometimes don't need the truth, they just need to know that the police are heroically handling the case and keep them safe.

The rumors on the street have nothing to do with the people, they are just the rumors of street gangsters, and the great American police are still very capable.

In the fierce firefight, the monk and the other 3 people, taking advantage of the location of the bar, dragged the gunners who wanted to go upstairs to support.

As for McGown, it will be handed over to the boss Li Zitao to solve it, soldier to soldier, king to king.

But this monk is full of confidence and can solve all problems, Li Zitao is facing an embarrassing situation.

Two machine guns were pointed at the door, and one of the footsteps was gradually moving to the back position, and the room here was all wooden, and a shuttle bullet came down, and he was absolutely cold.

looked at the python revolver with 6 rounds left in his hand, Li Zitao secretly cursed in his heart, "If I knew it, I wouldn't be handsome." ’

If there is a Chicago typewriter here, then he is not chopping melons and vegetables, just finishing the work, where is the need for such trouble as now.

When the footsteps stopped behind him, Li Zitao's right foot kicked suddenly, and his body flew through an arc, and he disappeared in the air and landed behind the bed.

He moved so fast, like a predatory cheetah, that when he landed on the side of the bed, Bichi, who was called Maji, at the door, instinctively pulled the trigger.